You're a problem,That I can't abide,I could sleep well,If only I tried,But I stay up and dream of a bride to be,Oh me, Oh my.

Give it up,I can't wait no more.I am stuck on your bedroom floor.With the thought,That I may not be,As great as those that came before.

There's a man assigned to me,And he checks on my stability.We discuss you every week.Then I rinse and rinse, repeat.

But maybe, I can show you,Baby, Maybe,I can relax for good,Whoa baby, I can show you,Maybe, Baby,

There's a man assigned to me,And he checks on my stability,We discuss you every week,Then I rinse and rinse, repeat.And he charges by the tear,Til I weep no more strictly out of fear,That I can't afford your love,And the moon just burns above.